Monday, May 25, 2009
I love being married!
So, at O'God thirty this morning, RockCrawlinChef discovered that one of the cats (Gizmo) had killed a bird, brought it into our bedroom and was noisily eating it (I didn't hear a thing until he woke me up). When I was single I would have been the one to have to clean up the rest of the bird, but now I'm married, I said the first thing that popped into my head..."You're the man, you get to clean it up." And he did, after allowing Gizmo to continue to chomp on it for a few more minutes. When I got up this morning, there was no sign of the devoured bird. Yay, me!